Thursday, November 10, 2016
Sunday, November 06, 2016
Tuesday, September 06, 2016
School has started up again, so it's time to obey the speed limit signs in the school zones. Summer is done. Sort of.
Here's a before photo of the Laverda along with a customer's Harley from back in the days of customers, and the scooter I failed to ride much because my knee felt too unstable. Going was fun, right turns were OK, but stopping was not fun. Alas. Stupid knee.
Things have been getting in the way of the camping trip. He took one failure of a trip on the 250 Ninja, but was miserable the whole time due to heavy rain. I'm pretty sure that was the last heavy rain of the summer. Anyway, he gave up and put a sneaky electronic ignition on the B-31. It doesn't show, so it's sneaky. He tried so hard and spent lots of money trying to get the original magneto and whatnot to behave reliably, but gave up. Armature was one of the words he kept using. I couldn't keep track. Anyway, as soon as he's gotten a root canal (that's a tooth thing) and a club ride and the wedding of friends, he'll be ready to take the B-31 on a camping trip to Mt. Lassen.
Meanwhile, I get to see a very odd classical music production involving a local composer, poetry, small groups, singing, ballerinas, and the daughter playing viola.
We went for a lovely drive in the '57 Chevy for Labor Day. He likes to tease me that I'll have to drive it. I have, and I can, but I prefer not. A road was closed so we followed a gravel detour that meandered between a hillside and a stream with logging on the left and farming on the right.
As you can see the sky was beautiful. We guessed all sorts of things for the orchard, but couldn't really come up with anything. Nut? Fruit? Maybe one of those.Here's another old photo when he was still working on other people's bikes. This is a ground up restoration of an old BMW. It was almost as pretty as the Laverda when he was through. I think the shirt came from Chicago, and this is the only time he wore it.
This pretty sky photo has a stunt plane doing loops and other scary stunt plane tricks at the local airport. The pilots went up one at a time and did a rehearsed routine. They were all very nice and happy to answer any questions. The weather was perfect for plane watching and since it was more of a competition than a spectator event, there was no admission and no crowds.
We enjoy our quiet and calm valley. Football season will come and things will get wilder.
Saturday, June 18, 2016
That's Dad. He was a handsome guy, but whenever he was going to have his photo taken, he put on his Picture Face, which he's wearing in this blurry old scanned photo. Golf was his game, after he quit playing baseball. He'd have been a professional at baseball if it hadn't been for WWII. As it was, he was shortstop and manager for a Pacific Coast League team, and he batted clean-up.
The next bike he loaded up was the 250 Ninja. It's extremely reliable, nimble, easy, light, and amazingly fast. (He says that about everything). I failed to get a photo before he unpacked it and put everything on the 750Four Honda. Can you see the Ninja in the background? It's the one with all the graphic design and more current stylings. Here's the Honda all ready to go. He left yesterday and went up to Goldendale, Washington and met his friends from Seattle. I'm not sure what all they were riding. He took the camera, so maybe I'll see photos.
I was out watering the turtle this morning, when I thought I heard thunder. These days, lots of things make noise that sounds like thunder. I looked around for neighbors moving their yard scrap recycle barrels. Those are usually the cause of the sound-like-thunder. There were some solid grey clouds to the southwest, but my view of the sky is blocked by gables.
A neighbor came over looking for HH, and I asked him if he'd seen any lightning. He said "No, but I heard it." Ha! Well, the sound like thunder kept up, and rumbled on in that rolling way it sometimes has, and the clouds got darker, so I decided to start winding up the hose. Just about the time I was done, it began to pour, and I even caught a glimpse of a flash, and that crack was LOUD. My back is still wet from moving a planter that doesn't drain in under the eaves.
There's something so exciting about thunder and lightning. I guess it's because it's so dangerous. I came in here and looked up all the places HH was on the weather map, and I think he's clear. He should be home tonight, so we can have fun with Daughter tomorrow. Don't think I'll plan a picnic.
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Sunday, May 08, 2016
Here's the B-31 he's been pinion pulling at, and is planning a little solo trip with to the redwoods. This is an old photo with the silly seat that it had when he bought it (from New Zealand.) It's got a nicer seat now.